They have lost their battle; and now they are the servants to their enemy without even knowing it. They have forgotten every reason to fight. All they know is the only way to survive is to submit to their new master.

Desperation drives men to do desperate things. The Saber Ranks were no different. They were bought, paid for, and they have a job to do. No matter how much they wished otherwise. A desperate time for the soldiers, only faith would see them through.

This a essay that is an assingment I have to do for English. It is about my grandmothers death and how it affected me. It sounds boring but I need feedback on it asap. Please review. It means the world to me thank you.